Sunday, 27 March 2011

Letters pronouncing kisses

Purse the lips and exhale the air when saying:
Where, which, what, with, whom, whether and why--
The breath of air should extinguish a candle burning.
Tantalise, titillate, scintillate, exhilarate with breath, the lips, like a sigh.

Before baffling and babbling, becoming beloved, and beaming blossom,
Peering into eyes, parting lips, pausing pleasurably, placing lips upon lips,
pulsating with passion, panting, the proof, the promise; then, as smooth as eating a plum,
Most marvellously the meeting of lips, mmmmmmmm, until touching the tongue tips.

Mouth in motion, melting, in momentum with its own miming and rhyming.
Bitter sweet; bitter the marjoram, sweet the cardamom.
Mumbling, fumbling and then the tumbling.
The tongue trembling saying renaissance romance; souls to fathom.

The rising and falling sound song of every diphthong.
Thirsty, hungry and lovelorn; kiss-drenched with love life long.

Blog author.

Quirina Roode-Gutzmer

What this blog is about.

This blog contains stories. Some of them are true, some false, some of them are funny, sad, tragic, poetic, rarely horrific, often weird, sometimes downright far-fetched and occasionally in another language. These stories are incubated in a procrastinating mind otherwise occupied by raising three interesting children (for love), translating German texts into English (for bread), writing my novel (for butter), and there was something else (for jam; cherry jam; stoned cherry jam, no less).